I want my future partner to be a fantastic driver.
Or, just to be a driver –
To operate a vehicle that goes places on wheels, with stuff under car seats and in boots,
food wrappers and spare pairs of shoes,
off-frequency radio stations and cassettes –
To show me sunsets over beaches,
Night lights from cities through windscreens,
Parked up on a ledge,
by a Boulevard atop a Hill
and into a Lane of lovers.
I want us to open up sunroofs & high speed Highways;
I want to re-fuel at dusty petrol stations…
I want road trips!
I want to stop for ice-creams and pies; to sleep in backseats overnight with beach towels and bikinis, I want hot leather and door handles with shocks, a keyring with a button that sounds an audible lock, i want trailers and burnouts & drive-throughs and BBQs accompanied by opened passenger door acoustics…from the cassette player…
Playing B side cassettes as she revs the engine and we reverse…
Out of a moonlit campground carpark, across the Avenue, take a left lane into a Crescent, indicate to carry on to Main Street, where she puts her foot to the gas and we drive the last Road leading out of this place.